Twenty Years of Corpse Hunting in The Yellow River

Chapter 685: The sound of the flute sees the deceased

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I have never seen a wolves to pull a cart. A wolf is not a dog. It is wild and difficult to tame. Being able to pull a cart with four such strong white wolves means that the people in the cart are definitely not ordinary people.

When seeing the four white wolves, the shadow slowly withdrew his hand. The wolf howl just now seemed to be an instruction, and the shadow did not dare to violate it.

At this moment, my scalp was numb, and the shadow was so strong, who knows, he was only a person pushed to the bright side, behind him, there are more powerful pushing hands.

How terrible is the person behind him

There is no doubt that the person behind the shadow is in the car at the moment, but it is far away, and the car is so tightly integrated, you can't see the person inside.

"You are more than enough to protect yourself with these skills, but you still can't let you go to Huangquan Road." Shadow stepped back step by step, and while retreating, he said: "Don't get involved in Huangquan Road anymore."

The shadow gradually disappeared in front of my eyes. This time, I didn't chase it anymore. Even if I caught up, it was of no use.

In a blink of an eye, the shadow disappeared. I turned around and looked again, and the car pulled by the four white wolves was also gone.

This was a false alarm. After the shadow and the white wolf car disappeared, I thought for a while. The shadow followed me, as if not to kill me, but to warn me not to get involved in Huangquan Road again.

What did the end of Huangquan Road look like now? I thought and thought, from some details, I can actually infer some clues.

The Nether Scholar was hanged at the end of Huangquan Road, obviously, it was also to punish him. If it is two irrelevant people, there is no punishment or punishment. Only a group of people will punish their companions for something.

Moreover, the scholar obviously didn't want me to take care of this matter, and kept telling me to leave after meeting. In this way, the scholar and the shadow actually know each other.

It's just that it's useless to understand this. There is a shadow guarding the place on Huangquan Road, and I really can't get in again.

As I walked hurriedly and thinking about the future, I always feel uneasy in my heart. The shadow let me go this time, but not necessarily next time. He must be a hidden danger, a hidden danger that can threaten me, I am not Shadow's opponents will inevitably be controlled by him in the future.

I was bumpy all the way, busy driving, day and night, by the time I was about three days away from home, my chest injury had almost recovered. At this time, I have basically left the big river beach and reached the southernmost part of the river beach. I feel a little tired and not far from home. Therefore, at dusk that day, I arrived in a town and planned to take a rest here. Sleep, and set off the next day.

The town is very small, because it leaves the river beach and there are no ferry crossings around, so there are not many people. There are only two small inns in the town. I chose one. When I settled down and chatted with the shop owner and buddies, I felt that such a small town was uncontested in the world, and the people lived peacefully and peacefully. Compared with the big river beach, It's really a paradise.

After dinner, I wandered the long streets of the small town. The small town at night was peaceful and refreshing.

Just when I was immersed in this piece

In the silence, suddenly, a faint sound came to my ears. This sound made my heart beat suddenly, because I could hear the sound of a flute.

The sound of the flute came into my ears, and I was able to distinguish it later. It seemed to be He Shangqu.

I don't know how long I haven't heard Heshang tunes. There are not many people in this world who can play Heshang tunes. After the tunes are passed to the ears, my whole person seems to be attracted.

The sound of the flute should have come from a far away place, but my hearing is very strong, so I can capture the sound. After hearing the sound of the flute, I was agitated at first, but then a little alert again.

I still clearly remember that when Yaoyue was in Tongchuan city, he used the Heshang Music to attract me. Although she shook hands with Yaoyue and made peace, I still remember the lesson.

Who plays this flute? Is it a trap? I can't distinguish it now, but, except for the mysterious shadow, I am not afraid of other people on the river beach. Thinking of this, I stepped forward and walked in the direction where the flute sound came from.

After walking more than ten feet away, the sound of the flute disappeared. I was shocked and couldn't help but stop.

Immediately afterwards, the disappearing flute sound appeared again, and the direction from which the flute sound came did not change, it was still in its original position. I hurriedly speeded up, and ran out more than ten feet away in one breath.

The town is not big, and after running so far, I have reached the end of the long street. After I ran out, I could tell that the sound of the flute was coming from the north. In the moonlight, there is a low-rise hut to the north, dilapidated, these huts are already on the edge of the town.

At this point, the flute's sound became much clearer, and it was certain that it was He Shangqu. However, after listening for so long, I am pretty sure that this is not the piece Yaoyue played.

Although the scores are the same, it's just that everyone's mood is different, and the tunes played are naturally different.

I was very careful, and slowly approached the row of dilapidated huts. These huts have been in disrepair for a long time and have long been unoccupied. When I got closer, the sound of the flute disappeared again.

I just wanted to stop and take a closer look. Then, outside the door of a hut, I saw a man with his back facing me, holding a bamboo flute in his hand and a bamboo flute in his other hand. Wine gourd.

Although I only saw a figure from the back, I recognized this person at a glance. This was the old beggar, the old beggar who was addicted to alcohol and wandered around the world.

The old beggar and I have not seen each other for several years. I originally thought that he might never come back when he left the big river beach last time, but I didn't expect to meet him again here and now.

"Old man!" I couldn't help but yelled.

Hearing my voice, the old beggar turned his head. They were only three or four feet apart. However, the old beggar's eyes seemed not as good as before, and they couldn't see clearly.

"Old man! It's me!" When the old beggar turned around, I took a few steps forward: "Old man! I'm thirteen!"

"Thirteen..." The old beggar didn't seem to see me clearly until I stood in front of him. His hand holding the wine gourd shook violently, very excited.

We have been separated from the old beggar for a few years. In the past few years, he has become too old and his hair

The beards are all snow-white, and people are very thin, almost skinny.

His eyes were not as bright as before, and they were slightly muddy. Standing in place, both hands were shaking gently.

"Old man, sit down first, sit down first..." I helped the old beggar and sat down on the spot. Seeing him at the moment, I was full of emotion.

In this world, the most difficult thing to beat is time. No matter the emperor, the general or the trafficker, no matter whether he spends his whole life, or does nothing, no one can escape the washing of time in the end.

The old beggar is really old, and he will die when he grows old. However, I feel that with his foundation, even at this age, it is impossible to be dim-eyed.

"Old man, I didn't expect to meet you here. I haven't seen you for several years. You... You are much older..."

"I didn't expect that I could really use this song to find you." After the old beggar was excited, he gradually recovered his peace. His slightly cloudy eyes looked at me and said: "It's been half a year. I'm in a town on the river beach. I walked around and wanted to find you, but there was no news. I couldn’t do anything. I walked here from the river beach. I just thought, if I don’t meet you in a nearby town, then I really can’t find you. …"

Hearing this, I realized that the old beggar has been looking for me, but he hasn’t contacted each other for a few years, and I have been living in seclusion. He has no news from me and has nowhere to look. He can only use this stupid way to touch me everywhere. luck.

"Old man, what are you looking for me?"

"It's nothing, no, I just think I'm too old to walk anymore." The old beggar smiled. He has grown old to this point, but he still hasn't given up his drinking habit. He took a sip of the wine gourd and said: " In my whole life, I’m not popular, and I don’t have a few friends. I want to take advantage of my ability to walk, and say goodbye to these friends one by one."

The old beggar started to travel again the year before last. Now he has been staying in the south for more than a year, and he has met a few old friends. He has not forgotten me, and finally came to the river beach to find me, wanting to say goodbye in person.

Chatting with the old beggar for a while, according to my feeling, he should have suffered a very serious injury in the middle. Although he did not die, he could not return to his peak state after he recovered from the injury.

"Old man, have you been seriously injured?"

"Don't mention it, it's all over, don't mention these, don't mention these." The old beggar put down the wine gourd in his hand, turned around and took out a bottle from a small tattered bag, and said: "Thirteen, go ahead, I drank your wine many times, but at that time I was not well-known and couldn’t call back. Last year, I went to a friend who insisted on helping me. I couldn’t get rid of it. I accepted a little and bought this bottle on a special trip. Good wine, has been in the bag for more than a year, thirteen, drink it."

As soon as I said this, my eyes became a little sore, and I knew what an old beggar was like better than anyone else. Although it is only a small bottle of wine, the love in it is hard to change.

"Old man, drink together." I lowered my head, wiped a little tear from the corner of my eye, raised my hand to open the bottle of wine, and drank with the old beggar.

"This time, I'm going to touch you again." The old beggar didn't shy away, and smiled and drank with me. In a moment, a bottle of wine was seen.

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